My B&B

I've become quite the hostess with the mostest since I've had a place to call my own. I've never really been able to entertain much in the past, as there has been room to have anyone stay over, let alone come for dinner. And now my pleas to "make sure you visit me!" are being heeded, my house has become a veritable B&B. 

In the past week I've had a revolving door of wonderful guests, starting with my daughter Jo, then Farmer Joe, then my friend Sam, and finally capping off a weekend with my sister Kerrie and brother-in-law Jim. It's been great, though my cooking skills have been somewhat put to the test. I'm finally mastering the art of poached eggs, though I must apologise for nearly burning my poor sister's mouth off with my extra-hot Thai green curry... 

Sam and her red wellies - they match the wheelbarrow!

But don't think just because you are my guest you get a free lunch. Uh-uh, no way - here in the Enchanted Garden you have to work for your keep. I sent poor Sam out into my garden while I was doing other work - in sub-zero temperatures, mind - while my poor sister and brother-in-law were set to work transforming my enormous, and very overgrown vegetable patch. 

Kerrie and Jim working for their keep

After clearing away mummified corn stalks, ginormous rhubarb and over-zealous dill, it appears only one healthy vegetable remains from the previous garden incarnation - spring onions. They love it, and have sprouted everywhere, even outside the actual garden in the grass. Only I can't think of a more useless vegetable to have a major crop of. 

Spring onions, anyone?

Anyone have a recipe where these tasty morsels from my own garden can be utilised?

And PS - anyone is more than welcome to come and stay here. Seriously. But gardening gloves and gumboots are recommended...